Free InsatiableNeed by Rosalie Stanton

his mouth. “Mmm. No. This part of you. This
is mine.”
    “Uhh…”
    “Tell me.” His fingers found a steady rhythm thrusting in
and out of her sopping hole. He dropped a kiss across her inner thigh and
nibbled at her skin. “Tell me this is mine.”
    “Fine. Sure. It’s yours. Just put your mouth where I want
it.”
    “And where do you want it, Rae?”
    “Fuck you.”
    He laughed outright. “Gladly. Just tell me where.”
     
    It felt really hard to focus on telling him to go to hell
when she only wanted to grab his head and rub herself against his mouth.
    “Tell me where, Raegan, or tell me what I want to hear.” He
winked and drew her clit into his mouth again. “Tell me this pussy belongs to
me.”
    Raegan’s eyes fluttered shut as a strangled mewl tore
through her throat. If she started talking, she wouldn’t stop. She’d tell Zeth
enough to make her a laughingstock. How good he felt. How he awakened emotions
within her that had long since died and how much that scared her. She’d lived
so long on her own, the idea of needing anything, anyone, terrified her. And
yet, under his hands, her skin hummed with something other than trepidation.
    Holy fuck, how in the world had this happened within a span
of…how long had they been here, anyway? How had she gone so quickly from
resisting to melting at his touch? How had she found the strength—the stupid,
drunken bravery—to cast out everything that had been important to her just
minutes before?
    Allowing someone in was bad business. She knew it. She stood
by it. She would never believe anything else.
    Except Zeth did a damn good job trying to convince her
otherwise.
    He was more than a business associate. More than a source,
more than an annoyance she had to tolerate for the sake of getting a good piece
of paranormal gossip. And Raegan knew that street went both ways.
    He might pretend to not care one way or another, but for the
way he lit up when he saw her, she knew better. He’d thrown his entire
existence into question—he’d tied himself to her forever, and he was perched
between her thighs, sucking on her pussy and demanding that she promise that
all of her belonged to him.
    All of her.
    The spell. It had to be the spell. Only, no, the
point of O’Brien’s plot was to make sure his victims’ bodies were controlled
while their minds remained free, that way flawed human logic would piece
together the deeds as something they’d talked themselves into. So what was it
that made Zeth need to hear she was his? The claim? No, everything she’d read
indicated claims didn’t do anything but play on emotions that already existed.
    Would Zeth even want to reverse the claim if they could?
What would it mean if he didn’t?
    And what would she do then?
    “I’ve lost you.” Zeth pouted, removing his fingers from her
soaked flesh and resting his cheek against her thigh. “I’m down here trying to
give you the stars, and you’re somewhere else.”
    Raegan’s body cried out immediately at the absence of his
mouth, thrusting against him. “No. No! More. Need you. Need…”
    “Need me?” he echoed, sliding a finger inside her. “You weren’t
even paying attention.”
    “I was thinking.”
    “See? That’s my point exactly. You shouldn’t be able to think while I’m eating your pussy.”
    His words made her skin blaze. “I was thinking about you, if
that makes any difference.”
    “Yeah, but it definitely went beyond ‘Zeth good. Want more
Zeth now.’ You looked far too pensive.”
    He shouldn’t be saying words like pensive when
nestled so attentively between her thighs. It turned her on, and that in itself
felt somewhat worrisome.
    “Zeth good,” she replied, stretching a leg over his
shoulder. “Want more Zeth now.”
    “Now you’re just being ornery.”
    Okay, first pensive, now ornery? Raegan whimpered and
trembled hard, her hands sliding down her body to frame her pussy. “Please.”
She arched beneath him. “I’m all… I need